Silence Is More Musical Than Any Song.

The City Mouse Lives In A House, The Garden Mouse Lives In A Bower

When I Am Dead, My Dearest, Sing No Sad Songs For Me

I Have No Wit, No Words, No Tears; My Heart Within Me Like A Stone Is Numb'd Too Much For Hopes Or Fears; Look Right, Look Left, I Dwell Alone; I Lift Mine Eyes, But Dimm'd With Grief No Everlasting Hills I See; My Life Is In The Falling Leaf: O Jesus, Quicken Me.

Come To Me In The Silence Of The Night, Come To Me In The Speaking Silence Of A Dream. Come With Soft Rounded Cheeks And Eyes As Bright As Sunlight On A Stream. Come Back In Tears, O Memory, Hope, Love Of Finished Years.

Hope Is Like A Harebell, Trembling From Its Birth,love Is Like A Rose, The Joy Of All The Earth,faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High And White,love Is Like A Lovely Rose, The World's Delight.harebells And Sweet Lilies Show A Thornless Growth,but The Rose With All Its Thorns Excels Them Both.